Toby Keith

Toby Keith - Gypsy Driftin' lyrics

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I learned quick my eighteenth summer
Digging ditches for the man
You can't be a guitar strummer
Cussing that shovel in your hand

Took my paycheck to a pawnshop
Bought a silvertone guitar
Wrote a song about a beer joint
Went and played it in a bar

It's hard as hell out on this highway
But I'm still addicted to the show
When that crazy crowd calls out it keeps me
A gypsy driftin' down the road

Buses, trucks and lit up stages
Angel faces with no names
Stadium of saving graces
Stand and singing with a flame

It's hard as hell out on this highway
But I'm still addicted to the show
When that crazy crowd calls out it keeps me
A gypsy driftin' down the road

I go on when I'm too tired to sleep
And I go on, sing when I can't speak
I go on and on and on and on

It's hard as hell out on this highway
But I'm still addicted to the show
When that crazy crowd calls out it keeps me
A gypsy driftin' down the road

And when that crazy crowd calls out it keeps me
A gypsy driftin' down the road
Down the road
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Author: Toby Keith, Bobby Pinson

Composer: Toby Keith, Bobby Pinson

Publisher: Hump Head Records

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Released in: 2014

Language: English

Appearing on: American Ride (2009)

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